Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.